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Nov 7, 2024

3 times you've been caught

Summary: 3 times you and Joe have been caught fuckin'.

Contains/Warnings: NSFW Content, Some CNC, Begging, Oral, PnV, Fingering, Degrading, Praising, Humiliation kink, Rough, not proofread!

Pairings: Stated with each

Word count: 8,951

When you didn't even know you had gotten caught: Dom!Joe x Sub!Reader

"F-fuck, yeah... God, you're doing so good, baby," Joe growled through gritted teeth, his voice thick with praise as he gripped your hips, guiding you to keep bouncing on his cock. The burn in your thighs was almost unbearable, each motion sending fire through your muscles, but the overwhelming pleasure pooling deep in your core was enough to drive you forward, chasing that high. His fingers dug into your skin, possessive, hard—each grip promising to leave bruises that would bloom across your flesh, a reminder of this moment.

You threw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you grasped his broad shoulders, trying to steady yourself while your body moved on instinct—grinding and bouncing in a messy, desperate rhythm that sent shivers up your spine. "Oh, fuck—so deep," you muttered breathlessly, your voice shaky, pleasure washing over every inch of you.

Joe's cocky smirk curled at the corners of his lips, watching you come undone on top of him. He was utterly captivated by the sight of you—eyes half-lidded, your body writhing in ecstasy, unable to keep your composure. "Look at you," he murmured, his grip tightening as you clung to him, your body continuing its frantic pace, lost in the throes of your desire.

"Fuckin' drippin' down your legs, makin' a mess all over me," Joe rasped, his words dripping with a humiliating edge that only fueled the heat swirling in your belly. His voice was low, rough, meant just for you. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, desperate to muffle the sobs of pleasure that threatened to spill out, but it was impossible. The sensation of his cock buried deep inside you was overwhelming, and both of you knew how reckless this was.

Here you were, straddling him on the couch in the living room of the Airbnb cabin, where you, Joe, Nick Bosa, his girl, Justin Jefferson, and his girl had rented for the weekend—tucked away in the mountains of Tennessee. It was 2 a.m., and everyone else had called it an early night after the long drive. Everyone except you and Joe.

You had both stayed up a little longer, sitting by the crackling fireplace, watching a movie to wind down. It was innocent—at first. That had been the plan, anyway. But then Joe turned to you, his eyes dark and filled with need, and said, "The whole drive up here, I couldn’t stop thinking 'bout your lips wrapped around my cock. Y’know, gagging and drooling on me in the back seat while everyone else focused on the road."

That innocence? It didn’t stand a chance.

Before you knew it, clothes had been tossed aside in a heated rush, and now you were spread wide over him, your slick thighs quivering as you ground down on his cock, the filthy sound of your wetness echoing in the quiet of the cabin. His large hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as you rocked against him, his words like gasoline on the fire already consuming you.

You could feel the wetness trickling down your legs, his cock stretching you wide, each thrust making your body tremble. "God, you’re such a fucking mess," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you rode him, each roll of your hips pushing you closer to the edge.

The thought of your friends sleeping just rooms away made it all the more intense. The risk, the danger—it only added to the forbidden thrill. You let out a choked gasp as Joe’s hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles. "Doin’ so good, keepin’ quiet," he praised, that cocky smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you unravel on top of him, unable to hold back the broken moans spilling from your lips.

Your body was his, completely at his mercy, and from the look in his eyes, he knew it.

“Cl-close, please! Joe—fuck—please, m’so tired…” you gasped, voice shaky and breathless, your body trembling with exhaustion as your thighs burned from the effort. Your bounces were slowing, each movement more strained than the last, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t give in. Your eyes fluttered shut, silently and vocally begging him to take control.

Joe’s smirk curled as he watched you struggle, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Can never finish the job, huh?” he taunted, his voice low and dripping with amusement. With one swift motion, he pulled you flush against his chest, the warmth of his skin enveloping you as he adjusted beneath you. His strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you slightly before digging his heels into the couch cushions, positioning himself.

Then, without warning, he set a punishing rhythm, thrusting up into you with relentless force. His hips snapped against yours, the intensity making your body jolt with each deep stroke. The pleasure hit you too fast, too hard—your breath hitching as you cried out, “Yes! Fuck, yes! Ohh—” Your nails sank into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucked you senseless, the sharp friction of his cock inside you overwhelming every inch of your body. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling the desperate sounds spilling from your lips as he took over completely.

Joe’s mocking tone returned, his breath hot against your ear. “Such a pillow princess, ain’t that right, baby?” he teased, but all you could do was nod, too far gone to argue. He wasn’t wrong—every time you tried to ride him, you’d end up whining, begging him to take over as your muscles gave out from the intensity. And just like always, Joe gladly took control, owning your pleasure, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“My girl,” he murmured, his voice softening just enough to send a rush of heat straight to your core. His possessiveness only heightened the sensation, making you cling to him tighter as your body quivered with need, surrendering to him completely. Every thrust pushed you closer to the brink, your body trembling as you teetered on the edge, waiting for that final push.

At first, you both tried to stay quiet—really, you did. But as the heat built between your bodies, the overwhelming pleasure drowned out any thoughts of keeping silent. Every breath, every thrust, the need for restraint slipped away until the only thing either of you could focus on was the intense sensation of each other. His thick, hard cock, coated in your slick, slid in and out of your throbbing heat with ease, each stroke sending a wave of ecstasy crashing through you both.

You were both so close, so lost in the frantic rhythm, chasing your highs with reckless abandon. The room was filled with the sound of your shared lust—skin slapping against skin, the wet, obscene sounds of your dripping core as his cock drove deeper inside you, pulling you closer to the edge. You didn’t even notice Nick and his girl standing at the top of the staircase, wide-eyed and jaws dropped, watching in stunned silence. And would either of you be surprised if you had seen them? Probably not. You both had been so loud at this point. But you were too far gone to care, too consumed by the pleasure pulsing through your veins to notice anything—or anyone— other than the feel of him.

Nick let out a quiet chuckle, only to have his girl smack his chest in a playful warning to stay quiet. Stifling their amusement, they tiptoed back up the stairs, trying to suppress their laughter as you and Joe spiraled into your climaxes.

“Yeah? Come on, Y/N... fucking coat me, baby,” Joe growled, his voice rough with desire, his hips snapping up into you with bruising force.

“F-fuck! Deeper—mmph, I’m coming!” you whined, your voice breaking as the pleasure hit you hard, your body trembling uncontrollably as his thrusts sent you over the edge. Your nails dug into his thick arms, desperate to hold on as the waves of your orgasm crashed through you, leaving you breathless, shaking, completely at his mercy.

The wet, rhythmic smacks of your bodies colliding, coupled with the lewd squelching of your dripping core, filled the cabin. And as Nick and his girl reached their shared bedroom, the door clicked shut behind them. They turned to each other, smirking, eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement.

“Well…” his girl began, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

“Might have to pass on that late-night snack tonight, baby,” Nick replied, scratching the back of his neck with a chuckle.

When only you knew that you'd been caught:

Dom!LSU!Joe x Sub!Bratty!Reader

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to quell the growing nerves and to keep yourself from saying something you’d regret. The room was alive with flashing lights and the pulsing rhythm of music, bodies swaying and grinding together, a blur of drunk and high college students decked out in purple and yellow. LSU was buzzing with adrenaline, the high of their undefeated season after Joe—your boyfriend—had led the team to a 15-0 victory. He was the king of the night, and the moment he walked into the party, the guys surrounded him, hyping him up like he was a goddamn legend.

And in their eyes, he was. Freshly crowned, untouchable, and basking in the glory of his win. The way they fawned over him, cooing and awing like he was a diamond pulled straight from the rough, was almost comical. Meanwhile, the girls? They were staring, hard, practically undressing him with their eyes. Normally, Joe kept you at his side, always keeping you close, his hand possessively wrapped around your waist at these parties. But tonight, you had slipped away, letting him bask in the attention as a crowd swarmed him, asking questions, praising him, desperate for even a scrap of his attention.

Thirty minutes had passed since then, and now, you stood in the corner, a drink—some concoction you couldn’t name—clutched in your hand. You watched the interactions unfold, the way girls fluttered around him, tossing flirtatious smiles his way, only to be shot down when Joe blatantly ignored them. It didn’t bother you. It never did—until her.

She was stunning. Eye candy, wrapped in a tight dress that hugged every curve, her confidence radiating off her in waves. And you knew she was Joe’s type. She had the same features, the same look as you—like a more polished version. That pang of jealousy burned hot inside you, twisting your stomach, especially because Joe hadn’t come looking for you yet. Usually, he’d be glued to your side at these parties, protecting you, marking his territory. But tonight, he hadn’t even noticed you’d left.

Your eyes narrowed as you watched her, lips curling slightly as she lingered on the edge of his circle, staying close enough to be noticed but just far enough to maintain the illusion of innocence. Even from across the room, you could see her body language—the subtle tilt of her head, the flutter of her lashes, the way she shifted her hips just so. She was flirting, and she wasn’t being subtle about it. You took a deep breath through your nose, rolling your eyes as you brought the glass to your lips. The liquid was bitter as it slid down your throat, but it couldn’t chase away the bitter taste in your mouth.

Then, it happened.

She stepped forward, closer to him, her delicate hand reaching out to rest on his bicep. Your breath hitched, your grip tightening around the glass as you watched. You expected him to brush her off, to shake her off the way he always did with girls who got too bold. But he didn’t.

He stood there, letting her linger, her fingers grazing his skin, and suddenly the room felt stifling. The heat of jealousy flared hotter, searing through your veins as your chest tightened.

The sight made your stomach churn, a sickening twist of jealousy and anger bubbling up inside you. You couldn’t decide who you were more furious with—the girl, for even thinking she had the right to touch your man, or Joe, for letting her flirt with him so shamelessly, for allowing her to run her fingers up and down his arm like she had a claim to him. Your pulse quickened, your nails tapping anxiously against the glass in your hand as you watched in what felt like slow motion, the way her hand traveled so casually over the muscles in his arm, her touch lingering longer than it should.

You weren’t the confrontational type—at least, you didn’t used to be. But something was different tonight. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in your system, loosening your inhibitions. Or maybe it was the sheer fury that ignited within you, the possessive jealousy burning like wildfire in your chest, fueling you with a desire to remind everyone in that room, including Joe, who he belonged to.

Before you could even think it through, your body reacted on instinct. The glass in your hand found its way to the nearest surface with a soft clink, and before you knew it, your feet were already moving, carrying you through the crowd. Each step was charged with purpose, the heat between your legs mixing with the simmering anger that pushed you forward.

Your vision narrowed, locked on the sight of her—her hand still touching him, like she had any right to be there. Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest, as you closed the distance between you and them.

Joe’s smile remained unwavering as you approached, the lingering remnants of his laugh dying in his throat the moment your presence cut through the conversation. The girl beside him stiffened, her smile faltering before melting into a thin, jealous line, eyes narrowing with an edge as sharp as a blade. You tilted your head slightly, lips curling into a sly, almost too-sweet smile as you darted your gaze between them. “So sorry,” you purred, voice dripping with mock innocence, “am I… interrupting something?”

Joe’s brows knit together in confusion, his expression somewhere between perplexed and wary, but before he could even open his mouth, the girl was already jumping in, her voice slicing through the moment with a bitter sharpness. “Actually, yeah. We were having quite the conversation, huh?” Her tone started cold but turned flirtatious as she glanced up at Joe with a smirk, clearly trying to assert her place beside him.

You arched an eyebrow, gaze flicking to Joe, silently asking, What the fuck is going on here? The unspoken question was written all over your face. He stayed silent, his confusion deepening. And then, she had the audacity to raise her hand and shoo you away, as if you were nothing more than a nuisance in the middle of their little interaction.

“Yeah… so if you could just, ya know…” she trailed off, motioning with her hand for you to leave, the arrogance in her tone igniting a fire in your chest.

A scoff escaped your lips, disbelief and irritation swirling together in your veins. You glanced around the room, looking for some shred of explanation, but all you found was more fuel for your anger. Your eyes locked back on hers.

“Who even are you? Wh–who let you in here?” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain as her eyes flicked over you like you were something she could brush aside.

You scoffed, disbelief swirling through your chest. “I could ask you the same thing,” you shot back, your voice sharp and biting. “Look at you, coming in here all—” But before you could finish, your feet carried you forward, instinct driving your actions. Joe’s hand shot out, gripping your arm tightly, his fingers firm against your skin, silently pleading—chill out.

But that touch only fanned the flames, the heat rising within you. You looked up at him, your gaze full of betrayal, feeling his restraint as if it were a wound. The fact that he was holding you back instead of stepping in—letting this girl talk to you like that—it made your blood boil.

“Honestly,” she continued, her tone dripping with condescension, “I know you’re probably starstruck right now, seeing the quarterback close up and all, but—” She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing, “you need to go.”

You felt your heart race, anger flaring hotter with each word. You shot back, your voice incredulous, “Who do you think you are?”

She sneered at you, her confidence unwavering. “Look, weirdo,” she said, her venom now fully directed at you. “You need to go. Actually, I’m just gonna get the bouncer—”

Your laughter cut through the tension, dark and sharp, laced with disbelief. “What’re you gonna tell them?” you taunted, voice dripping with smugness. “To throw out his girlfriend?”

“Who’s girlfriend?” she retorted, lips curling into a mocking smile, daring you to continue.

Your smirk faltered for just a moment before you delivered the final blow, your voice low and wicked. “The man you’ve been slutting yourself out to for the past half hour.”

Her jaw dropped, eyes wide, completely caught off guard. The shock hit her like a slap across the face, her arrogance crumbling. Before she could form a response, Joe’s grip on your arm tightened, pulling your focus back to him. His eyes locked on yours, filled with frustration and disbelief, his voice sharp and cutting.

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing?” he snapped, the harshness of his tone slicing through the heated air.

You didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze with fire in your eyes, unflinching, your defiance a wall between you. The weight of everything hung thick in the air—the jealousy, the unspoken tension, the anger. The room seemed to fall away, and all that was left was the electric charge between you two, undeniable and burning, even in the chaos.

“I should be asking you that. But it seems like you’ve found someone new to play with—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Joe moved fast, his sudden shift catching you off guard. Without warning, he turned you around, his hands gripping you firmly, pushing your body forward with a commanding force. His large frame towered over you, and even though the room was packed with bodies swaying to the music, everyone instinctively stepped aside or got knocked into as he bulldozed his way through, dragging you along with him.

You tried to resist, planting your feet, pushing your back against his solid chest, but he was so much stronger, and your efforts only seemed to fuel him. His hand found the back of your dress, fingers bunching up the fabric roughly as he grabbed a fistful, forcing you forward with even more intensity. His strength left you with no choice but to stumble along, moving faster than you wanted, feeling the heat of his body pressing into yours, even in the crowded, sweat-filled room.

Despite the heat radiating from everyone else, Joe’s warmth was the most suffocating, the most consuming. His presence, his touch—it dominated everything. The heat between your bodies was undeniable as he finally shoved you both through the bathroom door, flicking on the light with a rough snap before slamming the door behind him, cutting off the pounding music and muffling the chaos outside.

His blue eyes were wild—dilated, intense, and burning with frustration. There was nothing soft in his gaze now; it was sharp, blunt, a storm brewing. You stood there, arms crossing defiantly over your chest, glaring at him, seething with your own anger. Frustration bubbled inside you, not just from being stuck in here with him, but from how powerless you had been against his strength, his ability to dominate and control the situation.

"Fuck’s your problem, huh?" he growled, taking a step closer, his presence looming over you, suffocating in its intensity. Most people would shrink back from him, from the way he towered over you, the weight of his anger pressing down, but you were used to Joe’s cocky, dominant attitude. You knew how to handle him.

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in a mocking, taunting way. “I’m not sure, Joey,” you sneered, letting the nickname roll off your tongue with all the venom you could muster. “Should I go ask if the bitch knows?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm, laced with jealousy, daring him to react.

He scoffed, the sound harsh and full of disbelief. “You’re fucking stupid, Y/N—”

But you cut him off, the fire inside you burning too hot to be silenced. “Oh, I’m stupid?!” you snapped, your voice rising with raw emotion. “How dare I be upset after watching my boyfriend get eye-fucked by some chick!”

The tension between you crackled, the air thick with heat and frustration, and yet beneath all of it, the undeniable pull between you both lingered, simmering under the surface. The clash of your emotions—your anger, his dominance—only made the moment more electric, more dangerous, as you stood your ground, unwilling to back down.

Joe’s jaw clenched so tightly you thought his teeth might crack, his frustration boiling over as his eyes locked onto yours, wild and untamed. His whole body was wound like a spring ready to snap, and the air between you was so charged it felt like something was about to explode.

"You think I give a fuck about her?" His voice was low, but the growl in it made your heart race, sending a jolt of adrenaline through you. His eyes bore into yours, the frustration in his gaze so sharp it nearly hurt. "Are you seriously pissed over that? You really think I’d even look at her when I’ve got you?”

Your lips curled into a smirk, and you shook your head, feeling the bitterness clawing its way to the surface. “You did look at her, Joe," you spat, your voice rising, trembling with a mix of hurt and fury. "You fucking let her touch all over you. Don’t act like I didn’t see it.”

Without warning, his hand shot up, gripping your jaw with an almost bruising force, his fingers pressing as he forced you to look up at him. His eyes burned into yours, filled with a volatile mix of rage and something darker, something more primal. He growled, his voice low, thick with fury. “You really think I’d want her? You think I’d let some random sorority chick take your place?”

His words were brutal, sharp like a slap to the face, but the intensity behind them made your breath catch. His hand on your jaw tightened, forcing your gaze to stay locked with his, the raw, unfiltered emotion in his eyes stealing the air from your lungs. You could feel the frustration pouring off him, his need to make you understand crashing against the jealousy bubbling up inside you.

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, the anger still simmering beneath your skin, but Joe’s grip on you, the heat of his body pressed so close, made it impossible to think straight. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, the gesture almost tender, but the way he looked at you—like he was seconds away from losing control—made your pulse quicken.

“You’re my fucking girl, Y/N,” he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble, his breath hot against your lips.

But you didn’t back down. Not even with him towering over you, his presence so overwhelming that it made your head spin. “Then prove it,” you challenged, your voice a breathless whisper as you glared up at him, eyes flashing with defiance.

“Fucking prove it?” he scoffed, his voice low and dangerous, his lips so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “You already know you’re mine.”

"You want me to prove it?" Joe growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips hovered so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his breath, teasing, tantalizing. You braced yourself for the kiss, for the moment where his lips would finally crash against yours. But instead, he pulled away, leaving you hanging in the tension, the want.

His frustration was electric, and yours matched it. The charged silence was thick between you, and just when you thought you could push back, Joe moved—fast. Before you could blink, he had flipped your body around, his large hand tangling tightly in your hair. The sudden tug sent a shock of heat through you, your scalp tingling as he yanked you toward the bathroom counter, your upper half forced over the cold marble.

Your breath hitched as you caught your reflection in the mirror. Joe was behind you, his body towering over yours, his muscles tense, his eyes blazing with fury. His grip in your hair tightened, forcing your head up, making sure you saw yourself—saw what he was about to do.

“You wanna act like a fuckin' fool?” His voice was a harsh whisper in your ear, his hot breath grazing your skin, sending chills down your spine. He didn't wait for your response, didn't give you time to process. His free hand slid up your thigh, and before you could react, he grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked it up around your waist, exposing you.

You gasped, the cool air hitting your bare skin, and in one swift motion, he ripped your lace panties down to your ankles. The sensation was sudden, jarring, your body reacting with a mix of shock and raw desire. You hissed at the coolness on your heated flesh, but the fire between your legs only burned hotter.

“I’ll prove it,” he growled, his tone promising nothing but dominance. His hand tugged at your hair again, just enough to make your eyes water, but before you could protest, he began to sink to his knees behind you.

You took the opportunity, your instincts kicking in, trying to stand up and regain some control. But Joe was quicker, far quicker. Before you could get any leverage, he shot up, slamming your torso back down against the countertop. Your chest hit the cold marble, your breath escaping you in a sharp exhale as his large hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place.

"You're gonna take what I give you. Hear me? Don’t. Fuckin'. Move." His voice dripped with authority as he slid his foot between yours, using it to roughly kick your legs apart, forcing you into a wide stance. The sudden shift in position had you bracing against the counter, your body instinctively complying with his command, completely at his mercy.

The authority in his voice made your core clench, your whole body reacting to the sheer dominance rolling off him. You were pinned, completely at his mercy, and the heat between your legs grew unbearable. His fingers trailed down your spine, feather-light, teasing, before they disappeared from your skin. You couldn't see him, but you felt him sink back to his knees, his breath ghosting over the most sensitive parts of your body. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the hums, the anticipation killing you.

His presence behind you was overwhelming, his hands rough, his touch possessive. You were his, and he was about to show you just how much.

With one hand, he grabs a rough handful of your ass, delivering a sharp smack that echoes through the room, leaving an immediate red mark in its wake. You gasp, your body jerking forward from the impact, only to be met with the sensation of his fingers sliding between your thighs, brushing lightly over your core. His touch is frustratingly delicate, a stark contrast to the tension simmering in the air.

"Can't believe I have to prove this shit to you," he growls, voice low and dripping with frustration. Without warning, he spits onto your already throbbing heat, the warm wetness mingling with your arousal, making it easier for his fingers to circle your clit. The sensation of his spit, combined with the teasing stroke of his fingers, sends a rush of heat through you, making it hard to think straight. This was too much, far too much, and you could barely keep your composure, secretly thanking yourself for causing the scene that led to this.

His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing your clit with a delicate touch that made you shudder, every nerve in your body suddenly hypersensitive. The bathroom felt smaller, the air thick with tension, desire, and the raw need to prove something neither of you could deny. Joe's rough breath fanned against your neck as he hovered close, his body heat radiating behind you, overwhelming your senses.

"You like that, don’t you?" His voice was low, dark, vibrating with a mix of frustration and desire. His fingers pressed harder, drawing out a sharp moan from your lips as he began to toy with you, alternating between slow teasing and fast strokes that left you trembling.

Your mind was spinning, the situation beyond your control now, and his grip on you only tightened. His free hand found your waist, holding you in place as his fingers continued their skilled movements.

You whimpered, your body responding to every flick and swirl of his fingers, the tension building unbearably fast. He knew exactly how to push you to the edge, and you hated how much you loved it.

But you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hands braced against the countertop, knuckles white, trying to steady yourself as your body betrayed you, grinding against his touch.

"That's my girl," he muttered, sensing your desperation, his voice rough and thick. His fingers slid down, parting your slick folds as his thumb replaced them on your clit, pressing down hard enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your breath hitched as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them in just the right spot, making you cry out.

His fingers withdrew for just a moment, only to be replaced by the wet heat of his mouth as he leaned down to your core, licking teasingly, savoring you like you were his last meal. The flick of his tongue sent shockwaves through you, each stroke igniting your senses. Your knees nearly buckled as the sensation overwhelmed you, leaving you gasping for breath, desperate for more.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes darkening with lust as he watched you squirm beneath his gaze. The bulge in his pants grew more prominent, a testament to how much he was enjoying your reaction. “A fuckin’ mess.” The sting of his words ignited a fire within you, your cheeks flushing hot with a mixture of desire and humiliation. You wanted to fight back, to defy him, but your body betrayed you, quaking with need as his tongue worked its magic, sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

“What did I just say?” he demanded, pulling away just enough to deliver a sharp smack to your puffy folds, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. You gasped at the sting, your arousal pooling even more. “Hmm? I said you’re gonna take what I give you, didn’t I?” His voice was a low rumble, thick with authority as he effortlessly pulled your thighs apart with one hand, making it abundantly clear who was in charge. “You’re gonna take it all. Keep your fuckin’ legs open.”

He emphasized each word, his tone brooking no argument, then returned to your sensitive core with another teasing lick. His tongue swirled around your clit, the sensation driving you closer to madness as you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.

You couldn't help but push your hips back, desperate to ride his tongue, the pleasure coursing through you with each movement. He chuckled against you, the sound vibrating through your core, before diving his tongue deep into your sopping entrance. "Fuck, yes! Ah—oh god—" you moaned, the words spilling from your lips as the heat of desire consumed you.

Reaching behind you, you craved something—anything—to hold onto, and your fingers tangled in his soft blonde locks, anchoring you to him. With a firm tug, you pulled him closer, which only drove his tongue deeper into your core, eliciting a guttural groan from him that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you.

His hands gripped your ass, kneading your it as he devoured you from behind, the sensation so intoxicating it made your head spin. Each squeeze of his hands sent bursts of electricity through your body, intensifying the heat that enveloped you. The sight was so raw, so primal—him eating your pussy from the back, the way his eyes held yours with fierce determination, that you could hardly contain yourself.

Your brows furrowed in ecstasy as you looked over your shoulder, your lips parted in a silent gasp at the sight of him on his knees, devouring you like a feast. His eyes were locked onto yours, filled with a mix of hunger and dominance as he expertly worked his tongue, making you writhe in pure bliss. The connection between you intensified, every pull of your hand on his hair urging him to give you more, to push you closer to the edge, as you lost yourself in the delicious sensation of him worshiping your body.

One thing about Joe is that he’s an undeniable munch, and in this moment, he’s eating your pussy with a singular intensity that feels like he’s proving a point to you. But deep down, you know the truth: Joe absolutely fucking LOVES this. He craves the taste of you, the way your clit rolls against his tongue, the way your slick walls clench around his fingers and tongue, desperate for more. It’s intoxicating for him, an indulgence he can’t resist, and he often does it for his own pleasure just as much as yours.

As he loses himself in the moment, the argument fades from his mind, replaced by the overwhelming desire to worship you. His eyes flutter shut, and he hums with satisfaction, the vibrations sending shivers through your core as he laps at your pussy like it’s the sweetest nectar. He savors every taste, every drop of your arousal, before pulling back and spitting it back onto your aching folds, slicking you up just to drive his fingers deeper or roll your sensitive clit more smoothly with his tongue.

You toss your head back, lost in ecstasy as you feel his rhythm deepen, his fingers plunging in and out of you while his tongue flicks and swirls, each motion drawing you closer to the edge. The connection between you is electric, a dance of pleasure that transcends everything else. Both of you are caught in a blissful trance, eyes closed, completely enveloped in the sensation of his mouth devouring you, the heat radiating from your bodies as you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he brings.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft, breathless “oh” escape from someone nearby that you snapped your eyes open. Your heavy eyelids fluttered, your body still consumed by a haze of pleasure, making it hard to fully register what was happening around you. As for Joe, he was lost in the intoxicating heat of your core, utterly oblivious to the fact that someone had just stumbled upon this private moment. And not just anyone—it was her.

She stood frozen in shock, eyes darting from your blissful, fucked-out expression to Joe, his face buried deep between your thighs, kneeling behind you with an eager, almost reverent intensity. Typically, you were a private person, shy and easily flustered by unexpected intrusions. But as reality set in and you realized it was her, something primal ignited within you. You knitted your brows together, slackened your jaw, and arched your back, instinctively pushing Joe’s face deeper into you.

A moan escaped your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip, the delicious pressure building inside you. “Mmph, fuck,” you gasped, a desperate whimper escaping as you encouraged him, “Fuck yeah—just like that—” The words flowed freely, charged with raw desire. “Eatin’ your girl’s pussy, huh? Mmm, fuck—yeah? Taste good, baby?” You knew exactly what you were doing, the thrill of it sending heat pooling in your belly. With her standing there, caught in disbelief, you were determined to show her exactly who Joe belonged to.

Joe didn’t pull away; instead, he murmured against your soft skin, “So fuckin’ good, baby,” his voice a low growl that vibrated through you. He smacked your ass, his hands spreading your cheeks apart slightly, granting him deeper access as he savored you. “S’my pussy, hm? I fuckin’ love you,” he praised, his voice dripping with affection and lust.

With your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto her, you relished the moment. “Mmm, fuck yeah! Uhhh, shit!” you gasped dramatically, letting the pleasure wash over you. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Her face twisted in disgust, but the shock was palpable, and you reveled in it.

“Come on then,” Joe urged, his tongue lapping eagerly at your sensitive clit while one of his hands left your ass to plunge his digits into your slick heat. “So tight, fuck… gonna squirt for me? I know you can.” You nodded, never breaking your gaze from her, the power of the moment coursing through you. “Mmhmm! Gonna come on my pretty boy’s face, f-fuck, s-so close!”

With that, she scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face, a mix of pleasure and triumph flooding your senses. You knew she would never forget who Joe belonged to. You.

Then there was the time where only he knew:

Dom!Cocky!Joe x Sub!Flustered!Reader

“Not gonna say it again. Open,” he growls, his voice thick with demand as he presses the angry, swollen tip of his cock against your glossy lips. You look up at him, your makeup smudged and your breath coming in quick, desperate pants, hair a chaotic mess framing your flushed cheeks. Kneeling on the ground, your knees threaten to bruise against the hard surface, but you part your lips just enough to comply with his order.

With a firm grip, Joe takes hold of your jaw, squeezing it to force your mouth open wider, and in one swift motion, he shoves his cock down your throat. The suddenness of it causes you to gag, your eyes instantly beginning to water as you struggle to accommodate his size. He holds your head firmly, his hands cradling either side as he thrusts forward, face-fucking you with an intensity that leaves you gasping for air.

“Such a fuckin’ brat, you know that?” he taunts, his voice low and mocking, reveling in the power he has over you. “Just think you can talk back to me?” His words are laced with a possessive edge, and you can’t help but feel the thrill of submission wash over you, even with your mouth filled to the brim with his throbbing length.

As he continues to thrust into you, the world around you blurs into nothingness, leaving only the sensation of him filling you, the taste of him overwhelming your senses. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the desperate urge to please him mixing with the primal instinct to pull away, but he holds you fast, determined to make you submit completely to his desires.

“Huh? What makes you think you’re in the position to tell me no when I say it’s time to go?” he taunts, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of his lips, eyes dark with desire. The authority in his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel your heart racing, a mix of excitement and desperation coursing through you.

Tears spill from your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggle to utter a response. Words get tangled in your throat, coming out as muffled grunts and choked gasps while he relentlessly fucks your mouth, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of overwhelming pleasure and suffocating need. You can feel the heat pooling in your belly, a wicked ache that only intensifies with every deep thrust.

“Wanted to be a slut and keep talking to another dude? Is that it?” His voice drips with disdain, yet the lust in his gaze tells you how much he enjoys this. You can’t respond, your mouth too full and your body too consumed by his domination. The sheer humiliation makes you feel pathetic, but there’s an undeniable thrill that courses through you at the same time.

“Pathetic,” he sneers, the word wrapping around you like a shackle, binding you to the moment. Each thrust of his cock pushes you further into submission, his control over you absolute as you drown in a sea of pleasure and shame.

It all started innocently enough. You were at the event, deep in conversation with one of Joe’s teammates, discussing the game and sharing laughs that felt like a breath of fresh air amid the usual crowd. Joe had been polite but distant, his social battery clearly running low as the night dragged on. You could see it in his eyes, the way they dulled with each forced smile, and the tension in his shoulders as he fought through the small talk.

Suddenly, he appeared beside you, his presence radiating authority and irritation. “Let’s go,” he demanded, his tone brooking no argument. You glanced up at him, momentarily taken aback by the urgency in his voice. “Hang on, Joey,” you replied, turning back to continue your conversation, but you could feel his frustration boiling just beneath the surface.

His eyes narrowed as they flicked between you and his teammate. “Uh, no? I said let’s go. I’m ready to go home.” The way he spat out the words sent a thrill of rebellion through you. You paused, a smile tugging at your lips as you attempted to lighten the mood. “Joe, I’m talking. Give me a minute.”

The irritation in his expression deepened, a storm brewing in his gaze. He had already been exhausted from the event, and the audacity you showed in “making demands” only fueled his anger. “Y/N,” he warned, his voice low and simmering, pulling at your hand as if to drag you away.

You resisted, pulling your hand back defiantly. “No, Joe. I’m in the middle of a—”

That was as far as you got. His patience snapped. The next thing you knew, you found yourself being pulled into an empty side room, the door slamming shut behind you. Before you could even gather your thoughts, he had you pressed against the wall, his body caging you in as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, a possessive growl rumbling deep in his chest.

Now, here you were, on your knees, throat full of his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as he thrust into you mercilessly. “Look at you,” he taunted, the thrill of power evident in his voice. “So eager to be punished for ignoring me. You think you can just talk back to me in front of my teammates and get away with it?”

Each thrust was deep and unforgiving, sending waves of humiliation crashing over you. “You wanted to act like a brat, huh? Well, now you’re gonna learn your place.” His grip tightened around your hair, forcing your mouth to take him deeper, the gag reflex making you choke. “That’s it. Use that mouth for something good now, baby.”

You could feel your cheeks flush with a mix of shame and excitement as he continued to use you, your body responding involuntarily to the humiliation. “You love this,” he breathed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you struggle to take him fully.

With every thrust, he pushed you further into submission, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The power he held over you was intoxicating, and even in the depths of your humiliation, there was an undeniable thrill that made your heart race.

With every thrust, he drove you deeper into submission, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The power he wielded over you was intoxicating, and even in the depths of your humiliation, an undeniable thrill surged through you, making your heart race uncontrollably.

“Now tell me,” he commanded, pulling back just enough for you to gasp for air, his eyes dark and hungry as they locked onto yours. “Who do you belong to? Him?” His mocking tone cut through you, and you shook your head fervently, meeting the base of his cock with each rhythmic bob. He hummed in approval, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “That’s right, it’s me, huh?”

You nodded vigorously, the heat of submission flooding your cheeks. His smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Keep at it,” he demanded, leaning against the wall behind you, letting you take control for a moment, while he punctuated your movements with occasional thrusts of his own. “So tell me,” he mused, his other hand gliding tenderly over your cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. “You think you can tell me no? You call the shots now?”

You shook your head, tears spilling as you struggled to take him deeper, the pressure building inside you. “Mhm,” he continued, his gaze fixed on the innocence mingled with desire in your eyes. “Cause guess what?”

Before you could fully process his words, he yanked you to your feet, flipping you around and pressing your chest against the wall, forcing an arch in your spine. His chest pressed against your back as he pulled down your pants and panties in one swift movement, the sudden chill of the air sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “I’m going easy on you.”

His fingers dipped between your folds, teasingly exploring before he unzipped his pants. “Next time… you won’t even get the chance to look another dude’s way,” he promised, his voice low and dangerous. With that, he snapped his hips into your ass, a shocked yelp escaping your lips while a hiss of pleasure escaped his.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back slowly only to rut back into you with fervor. “Oh shit, I’m so—” you cried out between moans as he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Your face pressed against the off-white wall, his hands digging into your hips, fingers gripping tightly as he lost himself in the rhythm of your body.

Each thrust sent jolts of ecstasy racing through you, the force of his movements sending you closer to the edge. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, driving deeper, pushing you to the brink.

You moaned out in desperation, voice trembling with need, “Fuckin’ love it… yes.” The sound of your words only fueled Joe’s fire, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as he felt you clench tightly around his cock, your body betraying just how close you already were.

“Already, baby?” he mocked with a smug smirk, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he continued to thrust deep into you, each stroke drawing you closer to the edge. “You get so worked up just suckin’ my cock, huh?” His voice was low and teasing, knowing damn well the effect he had on you.

“Yes, yes, yes! Mmm—fuuuuck!” you cried out, your breath hitching with each sharp thrust that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your walls tightened around him involuntarily, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensation building inside you.

Joe’s smirk deepened as he felt you lose control, his hands gripping your hips harder, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. “That’s right, baby,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you? Just can’t help yourself.”

His words ignited something primal in you, your body responding to his dominance as you gasped for breath, legs shaking beneath you. Each thrust seemed to send you spiraling further into bliss, your mind clouded with nothing but the feel of him inside you, his cock stretching and filling you completely.

If Joe’s ego wasn’t already inflated, it soared when he heard the sound of his teammate’s voice approaching. Should he stop, pull away, and cover you both up? Of course. But did he? Hell no. Instead, his pace quickened, thrusting into you with relentless intensity, your body trembling beneath him as you struggled to stay upright. His firm grip kept you steady, holding you against him as your whimpers grew louder.

“I’ll grab some more chairs!” the teammate called out, his voice getting closer. Panic should have taken over Joe, but all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, your lips parting in breathless moans, focusing on the pleasure and sounds as Joe’s hips slapped against your ass, the wet sound of his cock plunging into your tight pussy filling the air.

The door creaked open, and the teammate froze in place, eyes wide with shock as he took in the sight before him. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic clap of Joe’s hips meeting your body and the chorus of pleasure that escaped your lips.

“Faster, please—oh, fuck, Joe… so fucking good…” you moaned, your voice laced with desperate need. Joe’s approving hum reverberated through you as he locked eyes with his teammate, a smug grin playing on his lips. He didn’t stop, not even for a second, if anything, he pushed deeper, fucking you harder.

“So good for me, baby,” Joe groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic, his breath heavy as he neared his breaking point. “Mmm, close…” His voice trailed off into a grunt, his body tensing against yours.

You could feel it too, the tension mounting inside you as your hips began to move of their own accord, instinctively pushing back against him, desperate to meet his every thrust. “S-s’close, shit… please, Daddy,” you whimpered, your voice dripping with need. “Wanna be full… please.”

And with that, the teammate’s face twisted in embarrassment, his eyes darting away as he mumbled, “Uh—no chairs in there. Maybe another room?” He quickly turned and left, the door slamming behind him.

Joe’s smirk widened at the sight of his teammate fleeing, and with a final deep thrust, he let himself go, groaning as he spilled deep inside you, filling you completely. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came around him, your pussy squeezing his cock, milking him as you whimpered in ecstasy.

Joe’s grip on your hips tightened, his head falling forward as he rode out the last waves of pleasure, his body pressed against yours as you both panted, utterly spent.

Joe chuckled darkly, still buried deep inside you, his cock throbbing as the last remnants of his release settled, sending tremors through your already overwhelmed body. He held your hips firmly, keeping you flush against him, the control he had over you as intoxicating as the humiliation you didn’t even realize was unfolding. "Too fuck-drunk to even notice him, huh?" he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Who—what?” you mumbled, your words slurred and barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure.

Joe’s smug grin deepened, his voice dripping with possessive satisfaction. “Your little buddy from earlier... the one you were so deep in conversation with.” His hips gave a lazy thrust, enough to make you gasp as your body involuntarily tightened around him. His release mixed with yours, slowly dripping down your thighs as he pulled out, leaving you empty, aching.

Joe turned you around, still gripping your waist, holding you close as he brought you face-to-face with him, his eyes gleaming with dark mischief. "Yeah, him,” he taunted, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, still slick from your earlier cries. “The one you were oh-so-chatty with, thinking you could tell me to ‘hang on.’” His tone was teasing, laced with that possessive edge that made your heart race. He pressed you back against the wall, his thumb swiping over your lips again, the reminder of your defiance earlier hanging in the air between you.

Your breath hitched, the realization dawning on you slowly. You’d been too consumed by the moment, by the way Joe commanded your body, to notice anyone else. But now, his words sank in, and all you could do was nod weakly, feeling his power over you all over again.

Joe's smirk widened, his eyes flickering with amusement as he read the look of embarrassment and lingering arousal in your gaze. "Didn’t even notice, did you?" he mocked, clearly pleased with how far he'd pushed you. Your body trembled, weak from the intensity of it all, and you could only stare back at him, your lips parted slightly as you struggled to catch your breath.

"It's fine, baby. Just know your place, yeah?" His voice dropped to a seductive whisper, his hand coming up to wipe away the tears that had streaked your cheeks during the intensity of it all. His fingers lingered on your skin, his possessiveness still palpable in the way he touched you.

“Next time,” Joe murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in closer, “think twice before telling me no.” His words, laced with a dark promise, sent another rush of heat through you, leaving you breathless and utterly claimed.

A/N: Basically 3 mini fics in 1? Hope this can help your night after the loss! Anyway, feedback? :)

! This is fanfiction.

!! I do not own any pictures.

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